Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts.
Love is the art of hearts, and heart or arts.
One thought settles a life, an immortality.
Application is the price to be paid for mental acquisition. To have the harvest, we must sow the seed.
Remember that thy heart will shed its pleasures as thine eye its tears, and both leave loathsome furrows.
Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.